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There’s this lake nearby where, if you catch it at just the right time, the sun hits the water in a way that feels almost unreal. The light bounces off the surface and, from a certain angle, it doesn’t just illuminate the subject, it bathes them in this soft, golden glow. It’s the kind of light you can’t really fake, no matter how many studio lights you set up.

If you’re standing in just the right spot, it feels like the world aligns for a moment. Add in the right type of lens, something that can pull in that glow while keeping the background dreamy, and suddenly every frame feels cinematic. The reflections shimmer, the highlights wrap around the edges, and the subject looks like they’ve stepped into a painting.

I’ve gone back a few times just to watch it happen, even when I wasn’t shooting. It’s satisfying to know those perfect moments exist. Fleeting, timed to the minute, but always waiting for you if you’re patient enough. Photography, at least for me, has always been about chasing light like that. And by this lake, sometimes, it feels like the light is chasing back.